Across the velvety whispers of the enfolding night, there lies a sigh heavier than the moon’s anguish. My heart, a wandering mosaic, collides with soft echoes—cryptic murmurs, brushed in twilight’s molten silk. Thus, my love, eternally unfurled, dances upon errant shadows, guided by the silk of forgotten phantoms.
Stitches of stars and sand collide within your sealed gaze. Speak, to mold the silence into sweet passion unravels, your touch—the fading warmth that melts glaciers trapped within time’s brittle threads. A secret comet, written in silence, seer of the tremorless veils.